XL PGA

Miss, it's time to wake up. Today is the first round of the LPGA Championship.

Jessica slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times to clear the haze of sleep. As she became more alert, she suddenly remembered what day it was. The LPGA Championship! This was her first time qualifying for a major tournament and she could hardly contain her excitement. 

She practically leapt out of bed, momentarily unsteady as she adjusted to the weight on her chest. Right, her new acquisitions. Jessica looked down at her bare breasts and admired how they perfectly filled out the 3000cc saline implants she'd gotten just a month ago. They made her feel powerful - like she truly belonged on the tour now.

"Thanks Mary, I'll be ready in 20 minutes," Jessica said to her assistant. She grabbed her freshest sports bra from the dresser and struggled to clasp it in back, the heavy weight of her new chest making it difficult to reach behind herself. But eventually she got it secured and took in her appearance in the mirror. 

Even in the heavy duty bra, her new implants were incredibly prominent, jutting straight out from her petite frame. The bra's cups overflowed with breast flesh, pumped up and plump from the saline. Jessica smiled, pleased at her pneumatic appearance. She'd gone gradually over the past two years, starting with a modest 500cc before winning her first event, then up to 1500cc after a strong season. The 3000cc maxed out what her surgeon felt her body could hold, but they gave her the busty, top-heavy look she wanted as she pursued more competitive events. Anything to help her stand out.

After getting dressed, Jessica headed to the hotel lobby to meet her caddy. He did a double take when he saw her approach.

"Wow, I know you said you got 'em done again but...dang!" Mike said, eyes glued to her bulging chest.  

Jessica laughed. "I know, pretty crazy huh? I figured for my first major tournament I should go big or go home!"

She did a little shimmy, sending ripples through the taut skin of her inflated breasts. They barely bounced, overfilled with saline. Mike's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Jessica just winked and headed out to the parking lot, Mike scrambling behind her with his gear.

At the course, Jessica did some stretches before her practice round, conscious of all the eyes on her. With her cartoonishly large chest, she was used to the stares by now. Luckily her surgeon was a genius - despite their ridiculous size, her implants didn't hinder her athletic performance at all. She had perfect balance and mobility. 

After a strong practice round, Jessica headed back to the clubhouse to rest and visualize her strategy for the first day of competition. Usually she sat alone, but this time a fellow pro golfer approached her table. It was Evelyn, one of the top ranked players on tour. She was tall and slender, with smaller breasts than Jessica's exaggerated endowments. 

"Wow Jessica, I have to say, you're looking really...different this season," Evelyn said, eyes darting to Jessica's straining polo shirt. "That's some sizable investment you've made into your career."

Jessica flushed, suddenly self-conscious about her pumped up proportions and all the skin on display. Evelyn's subtle dig brought out her old insecurities. But then she remembered why she'd done it - to project confidence and stand out on the course. 

"We all make choices to be competitive out there," Jessica replied coolly. "I'm just embracing what makes me unique." 

Evelyn held her gaze for a moment, then shrugged. "Fair enough. Well, good luck tomorrow!" She walked off to join a circle of other pros, none nearly as top-heavy as Jessica.

The next morning, Jessica went through her usual pre-tournament routine, psyching herself up and visualizing victory. As she approached the first tee, she did a quick chest bounce and winked at the crowd, drawing hoots and hollers. Then she stepped up and smashed her first drive 250 yards down the fairway. 

Over the next few hours, Jessica's game was nearly flawless, her new implants not hindering her powerful swing at all. By the turn she was three under par, among the leaders for the day. 

As she walked off the 18th green after carding a stellar four under 68, Jessica waved happily at the cheering fans. Cameramen jockeyed for position to capture her exaggerated curves as she walked by. She was exhausted but thrilled with her performance.

That evening, Jessica enjoyed a celebratory dinner with her caddy. Her phone buzzed with a new email notification - probably just routine media requests, she thought. But when she read it, she nearly spit out her wine.

It was from the USGA rules committee, informing her that they had received complaints from fellow players about her attire being inappropriate and distracting. They asked her to consider wearing less revealing tops or minimize her "prostheses" at future events to show respect to competitors.  

Jessica saw red. How dare they suggest she minimize her implants - her investment into her career and image! This was blatant discrimination and jealousy from players like Evelyn who wished they had her confidence and proportions. 

Well, if they wanted a distraction, she would give them one. Jessica immediately emailed her surgeon, demanding an emergency fill-up first thing tomorrow morning. She was scheduled to go up to 4000cc next visit, but insisted they max her out at 5000cc if it wouldn't be dangerous. She would show them what inappropriate really looked like!

The next morning, an apprehensive surgeon carefully filled Jessica's implants to the 5000cc limit, cautioning about the strain on her back and skin. But Jessica didn't care. She wanted to make a statement. 

Walking into the clubhouse the next day, it was clear she had succeeded. Jaws dropped as both players and fans took in her exaggerated new dimensions, breasts swollen to the size of beachballs on her petite frame. She had worn the most low-cut top she could find, amplifying her pumped up proportions. You could clearly see the outline of the overfilled implants sitting high on her chest.  

Evelyn did a double take when she saw Jessica, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. Jessica just smiled smugly and went to warm up for her round, breasts jiggling obscenely with every move. 

By the time she stepped up to the first tee, it was clear this was going to be a controversial day at the championship. Cameras clicked wildly and spectators elbowed for a view as Jessica addressed her ball, gigantic chest straining the fabric of her tiny top. She knocked it 250 yards again, straight down the middle, drawing loud cheers from the male-dominated crowd.

The USGA officials shifted nervously, not quite sure what to do about the situation. Technically Jessica wasn't breaking any rules, but her appearance was clearly disruptive. However, they couldn't be perceived as discriminatory either. For now, the show would go on.

As she played the next 17 holes, Jessica was keenly aware of the eyes glued to her exaggerated proportions. Her swollen, overfilled breasts bounced and jiggled with her athletic swing, much to the crowd's delight. She knew this would be the last time she could compete with implants this large - the strain on her back and shoulders was just too much. But she had made her point.

In the end, her final round 75 was not enough to make the cut for the weekend due to the distraction of her new expansive figure. But as Jessica glanced at the headlines next morning, she knew she had won in her own way. Every golf publication was talking about her bold protest against sexism. 

Maybe she had gone too far with the 5000cc fill, but she had forced the golf world to re-examine their biases. Sometimes you needed to break the rules to make progress. Where she went from here was uncertain, but Jessica knew she had changed the game for the better. As she gazed contentedly at her inflated chest in the mirror, she didn't regret a thing.